Champagne and valium - half-hearted kisses; Lord, won't you tell me What kind of breakfast this is. God said, cool it, boy, you've sure got a nerve... You've already had much more than you deserve. Shut your mouth, and go home, boy...
Looks like I'm leaving, leaving again; Same old ticket, babe, same old train. No destination, but who ever knows Just where it is that anyone goes... Tell me where they all go to.
Oh, doctor, doctor, can you feel my pain? Doctor said, "shit man, not you again!" Just how many times do I have to explain: There ain't no medicine That'll take you back again To where you were again.
To where you were, before, boy.
It's what you feel It's not what you think Can't taste no wine If you don't drink. You don't know how And you sure don't know why. You're just like the rest And all you can do is try Try to catch hold of that dream, boy...
Champagne and valium - half-hearted kisses; Lord, won't you tell me What kind of breakfast this is. God said, cool it, boy, you've sure got a nerve... You've already had much more than you deserve. Shut your mouth, and go home, boy...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
